Maxim had never seen such an unusual short blade.
It was clearly designed to imitate an eagle's claw, a recurve blade with a ring at the end, quite an odd sight. Doris wielded it on her fingers with the dexterity of a butterfly flitting between flowers.
She quickly noticed Maxim's gaze and casually tossed him the blade with its beautiful black damask, a result of a special tempering process. The vampire warrior took it in his hands.
"Nice weapon, isn't it? Perfect for an assassin. I saw some mountain blacksmiths making similar ones in the camp and immediately ordered fifty for my underlings.
I call it 'Ratclaw', the new emblem of the Blood Rat Gang."
Doris stated, her hands on her hips, then leaned in to speak to Maxim in a low voice.
"You run the fight club, tonight's the opening night of the second gladiator match. Aren't you going back to the city to supervise personally?"
